You Know, Since The Phandom Was Talking About Weird Jobs For Danny.

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DC X DP fic idea: Phantom's number 1 fan

Danny is used to his classmates cheering for him. Well, he's used to them cheering on his ghost side, but it's the same thing.

He's a small time celebrity in the eyes of Amity Park youth. Almost everyone as Casper High adores Phantom- even the A-listers.

Ironically enough, the A-listers are some of the few who claim to be in love with Phantom. Even Dash, after the quarter back publicly came out.

Almost all of them still pick on Danny, even now as seniors. He never quite fit in even after all these years. Still pushed into lockers, mocked by classmates and deemed the number one loser again and again.

He stopped trying to fit in years ago when he became a halfa and focused on being a hero. He's gotten better now, as ghosts are less likely to challenge him. Apparently, being able to beat Pariah Dark in single combat spooked many spirits.

He instead focuses on worldwide natural disasters. With the new power to create portals to the Ghost zone as a shortcut to any part of the world, he could jump to emergencies as simplyas walking through a door.

He took some field medic lessons from Frost Bite and was on his way.

He started with search and rescue during a Tsunami. Then earthquakes, tornadoes, and even lightning storms. His parents knew and were proud of him every time Phantom appear on TV. His friends encouraged him to pressure a medical career. Danny was seriously considering it.

No one besides those he loved knew he and Phantom were one in the same.

Life was good.

That is until one stormy night when Tim Drake came knocking. The other 17-year-old stood on his porch drenched to his socks, clutching a really well taken photot of Phantom and a manic glint in his eye.

"Can I have your autograph, Danny? Im your number one fan!"

Before Danny could even think of a response, Drake tilted forward, smacking face first on the ground.

If you were to ask Tim what was he thinking ge would say " I wasn't"

See, Tim had been one of the first Phantom rescued from the giant Tsunami that Riddler had unleashed on Gotham all those years ago. His heart had been the ghost ever since. And much like all other puzzles and mysteries, it didn't take Tim long to connect Phantom and Fenton.

Seeing as Danny Fenton wanted nothing to do with the Justice League or to join any other hero team he left him alone, admiring him from afar.

Then the mission Ra al Gul happened.

He had been running on fumes, and in Tim's sleep-deprived mind, the thought of stopping in Amity Park on the way back from a mission to ask for his long-time hero and crushes autograph was the perfect idea.

So he landed the batplane, switched in civilians and knocked on the door with his heart in his hand. And the three stab wounds on his back, his broken rib and black eye.

Thankfully Danny was willing to drag him inside for medical aid.

I can't wait for part 4 I really do love it

Part 3 of Half Dead Mirabel AU

•  At age 10, Mirabel experienced that life would always throw something right in your face matter what.

•  This, however, came down like her being smashed into a brick wall.

• One day, while at dinner, she noticed that Tia Pepa and Tio Felix were excited to announce something.

•  As they got up, Pepa, with her rainbow shining on cue, exclaimed that they were expecting again.

•  Everyone congratulate them, except Mirabel, and dinner went on.

•  However, as soon as dinner was done, and everyone was dismissed, Mirabel broke down in the nursery.

•  ‘Why doesn’t anyone tell me I’m special anymore?’ She thought, wiping her eyes as she collapsed onto her bed. 

•  ‘If no one wanted me, then why should I stay here?’ She asks.

•  ‘Because Tio Bruno is here…’ A small part of her voice said.

•  ‘Right, I have to be here, just for him and only him…’ 

•  As Mirabel lies in her bed, she began to think if the baby will be alright growing up with the Madrigals.

•  ‘I’m not going to form a relationship when they come…’

~~~~~~~~~~~

•  ‘…I change my mind, this baby needs to be protected,’ Mirabel thought, holding a two-month-old Antonio.

•  Despite mood swings, pregnancy cravings, and chores around the town, Pepa managed to hold it in and give birth to her cousin.

•  Although, it was a pain in the behind to have her striking lighting 24/7.

• But it was all worth it in the end. ( At least in her part)

•  The problem arose when she, Pepa, had to go back to town. The solution, throw the baby at Mirabel and expected her to go along with it

•  Mirabel’s not only angry but also disappointed at Pepa since she, Mirabel, knows that the baby will see her as his mother.

•  ‘This is troublesome…’ She thinks before rocking the baby to sleep.

•  ‘At least he’s cute. He’ll definitely grow up with love and care…’

• Once settled, Mirabel placed him down on the crib and sighed.

•  ‘Five years from now, I can only hope that the stupid candle will grant you a gift, kid. I can only hope…’

~~~~~~~~~~~

•  “Mimi, why do you hate everyone?” 5-year-old Antonio innocently asks the not-so-innocent 15-year-old Mirabel.

•  “Because they suck,” She truthfully answers before patting his head and walking away.

•  Fiver years had passed since Antonio was born, so it wasn’t too bad. Although, Mirabel had some resentments growing as time passed.

• Normally, she isn’t one to gold grudges, but sometimes, she’s at her breaking point.

• One point, each Madrigal (Not Bruno or Antonio. Bless their hearts; they’re too pure for this bs) pissed Mirabel off the wrong way, and she always gets them back.

• It’s mostly Alma, but second to that, it’s Isabela, with careful calculation, then Dolores, Pepa, Felix, Camilo, Luisa, Agustin, and lastly Julieta.

• You don’t piss off the wrong halfa and get away with that. (She calls herself that.)

• It was easy to take care of Antonio from the start, and without a doubt, Mirabel managed to get him to call her Mimi, better than Mama, and not have Pepa strike her with lighting.

• However, tension was there whenever he follows Mirabel and refuse to go with his parents, not that she blames him.

• As the years passed, Mirabel took care of her Tio Bruno with the usual techniques, even copy some of his quirks.

• Knocking on wood and inhaling air before entering the room always calm her down, and she’s thankful for that.

• The best part was that no one still knew her secret. Not even Bruno or Antonio, again, bless their hearts.

• She gain more control of her gift and excitedly be herself no matter what people say.

• She still resents the town for their horrible treatment of Bruno.

• If she hears something negative about Bruno, the town folk would all be punished.

• She would only do it to the adults, sometimes teenagers, but never to the kids. (They’re also pure as well)

• Speaking of Bruno, Mirabel would sadly sigh as he’s not taken care of well enough. Sure he’s fed and clothed well, but he needed sunshine, a bath, some entertainment, etc. (Like a normal, healthy being!)

• Mirabel wishes that she could hug him and be there for him, but her Tio doesn’t want that.

• “Mimi, what if I don’t get a gift?” Antonio asks, obviously following her even after she left.

• Mirabel paused before patting her head again.

• “Then you can stay with me, okay?” She kindly answered.

• Antonio smiles before holding her hand.

• “I love you, Mimi,” he said before walking away, looking content.

• ‘I love you too, Hombrecito… Love you too…’

Part 1, Part 2

Masterpost

Danny Punches a Clown

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 Part 5 Part 6

Summoning Game Show

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Jegulus AU

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

BNHA Snippets

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

"If you lick it, it’s yours"

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 1

So figured I could show what else I am working on aside from Salt in the Bones with @clockwayswrites. I still blame Clock for this though, they are way too fun to brainstorm with, and I have too many WIPs already. Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence

Danny was sick and tired of this city, this entire dimension in fact. And this vigilante family, or whatever they were, were more dogged in their pursuit of him than the GIW or his parents had ever been - all this for a few gizmos.

Danny rolled his eyes and ducked a kick from the most violent midget since Youngblood.

Seriously he was just trying to build a portal home, and it wasn’t like he was hurting anyone. He’d mostly stolen from villains anyway! And Wayne industries was like a multibillion dollar company, they shouldn’t miss a few scraps or prototypes. It would hardly put a dent in their budget.

Midget was back on his feet and had now drawn a freaking sword. Yeah, this was it, Danny needed to leave before bigger and battier arrived. He faked left but then spun right around the probably actual literal kid with the real sword, jumped to the railing and kicked off towards the next rooftop. Ignoring gravity’s pull for a just a couple of seconds was the only reason he landed safely on the other roof.

He felt a moment of worry that the kid would try following him and glanced back, but the child was fuming in safety on the other side, having lost that grappling gun thing he used earlier in the chase, it seemed Danny was safe for now. The kids mouth was moving, probably talking to more of the heroes.

He wasn’t gonna be safe for long, but Danny allowed himself a moment to breathe in relief. Suddenly his breath stuck coldly in his throat and he froze. Impossible! The shades of this city barely tickled his throat, he hadn’t met anything that would even halfway classify as a ghost to his senses. Urgency was like a cold hand around his throat, a desperate longing hummed in his core as he slowly spun trying to get a sense of where - he only managed to see a blur of red before a heavy weight knocked into him slamming him to the ground. The cold mist in his throat was pushed out in a pained oof, and his head bounced first on one thing then another, but that didn’t matter because his core was singing; close, not alone, hug!

Danny’s head spun, his whole body felt pained and smushed. A man, no a freaking tank, was laying on top of him. Body armor dug into his ribs, probably something there was bent or broken and he felt certain that ominous red helmet had left a mark where it hit his forehead. Also his hair felt a bit wet beneath him. Yet that didn’t matter because he was so overwhelmed, warm with hands and feet tingling from the humming joy in his chest. Hug! His core sang again.

Somewhere in the fog in his head he recognized this was no hug, but he hurt, his head was spinning, and he was not alone and he was happy and wasn’t that more important than a bit of pain? Oo o oO

Jason was unsure what was going on.

He’d managed to tackle the elusive thief Dick had so “creatively” nicknamed the Ghost for his ability to go invisible and the inability for them to land a decent hit on him. In fact if he hadn’t seen footage from previous run-ins with the man, Jason would have thought they wildly exaggerated his skills.

After all the man had frozen up strangely when Jason pulled himself onto the rooftop as he listened only with half an ear to the demon brat angrily grumbling in the comms, that he would have had him had he not been a coward who ran away all the time. Their thief was slowly turning around as if looking for something, the green glass of his goggles reflected in the moonlight and for a moment gave the illusion they were glowing.

Jason had not wasted a moment, got to his feet, crossed the distance in a mere three large steps before he crashed into the man - so, he’d halfway expected the man to move and therefore hadn’t prepared to soften another person’s landing. His helmet hit the shorter man’s forehead and his head rebounded and hit the roof with a sound that made Jason internally wince. The next moment there was a snapping sound and a gasp as the man’s ribcage was caught between the roof and Jason - he really wore no armor, just that thin hoodie. No matter what B said about the danger of the stolen items, Jason was really starting to doubt they had a budding super villain on hand.

He immediately made a move to get up, but stopped, a strange feeling of something overtaking him. It took a moment for him to discern because of the dichotomy, but it was… happiness? What the fuck, it wasn’t his emotions, that made no sense. The pits had only ever sent him rage and in rare moments gruesome satisfaction. This was joy, he felt almost like he was floating caught in a wave at the beach, weightless, happy, warm in the sun. He shook his head pushing the foreign emotions away like he would the pit and focused on his dazed perp.

There was something wet glistening in his unruly black hair.

“Fuck,” Jason muttered, thankfully too low for the helmet to project, but loud enough that he got a breathless but insistent “report” back from Bruce where he was clearly hurrying toward their destination.

“I knocked the Ghost down, he’s bleeding from a head wound,” he muttered at his comms as he pulled the goggles up to get a look his eyes to check for signs of concussion, but immediately froze. The goggles, he’d thought it was a trick of the light earlier, but no, his eyes were glowing - bright and green and just a shade lighter than the Lazarus pits. A shudder ran cold down his back. Somehow the foreign emotions were coming from him, Jason was sure of it, but it explained absolutely nothing! Unrestrained joy? Was this some kind of shock response?

More footsteps landed on the roof and Jason didn’t need to look to know it was Bruce with the Brat along for the ride. He finally remembered he’d been trying to get off the other man at some point.

Oo o oO

No, no, no, Danny’s core protested when the other ghost moved away, and he clutched onto what he could grab, which he dazedly recognized as a very nicely muscled arm. The other arm, because human shaped ghosts have two arms (good job Danny), supported Danny by holding onto one of his arms and that was good. Getting upright gave him the worst moment of vertigo, and his breath whooshed out of him. His legs were like jello and didn’t support him, but that didn’t matter, because his new friend had a good firm grip, could probably even hold him up entirely without Danny clutching his arm, good friend, mine. He butted his head into his chest because that was what he could reach and just leaned there. His core hummed so happily he felt like he’d almost shake apart.

Friend.

Mine

Good friend

…

Why no response?…

Hello? Danny was confused, why wasn’t he getting a response. Also why did his head and chest hurt so bad?

“Tt, what is the matter with him?”

The question, delivered in a haughty voice was like a bucket of ice water on his senses. He gasped and pushed away from where he’d been nuzzling some guy’s chest! Alarmed, he stumbled, but dodged the hands reaching for him, to support him, to catch him, he wasn’t sure. There was the big bat and the midget and the tank in the red helmet; the guy who felt like a ghost and he just wanted nothing more than to go back to him, and- Danny shuddered taking another step back, his face was hot and flaming red right now. This was, this was- he couldn’t-

Hiding his powers be damned; he sunk through the roof.

So embarrassing! He closed his eyes fighting tears as he sank down down down, all the way into the ground where they for sure couldn’t follow him. All the while his insides screamed, because he didn’t want to be lonely anymore. Fuck, he just wanted to go home.

He was so sick and tired of this city.

So... yeah hope you enjoyed this, now I can reveal why I blame Clock, they said and I quote "Danny, like a cat with catnip suddenly" and now Danny is a cat, what can you do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Jason's gonna have to lure this feral ghost in slowly with food and hugs.

edited with link to the next part:next

Crescent Moon, pg. 0

So, stylistically these pages shouldn’t come till later in the story, buuut… I couldn’t wait to write them, so why should you have to wait to read them? It’s the promised Baby Varian flashback. Enjoy!

 I’ll let you know when to pretend you read them.

Quirin’s face has so much emotion. Too much emotion. I’m not sure it was ever meant to show that much emotion. Oh well. 

Link to ‘next’ page: https://berryjammer7.tumblr.com/post/637645850521272320/crescent-moon-pg-01

Link to first: berryjammer7.tumblr.com/post/636381657175375872/crescent-moon-pg-1-link-to-next

This is a ‘Tangled the series’ fan comic staring Varian, and DISNEY OWNS THE SHOW, NOT ME. Some of the art used comes from the show, and my username is written there simply so that people can find the rest of the comic. It is not made for profit, just fun.

1) I want to say I am a long time fan of your art I love all of the things you do with the owl house and the wittebanes. You are amazing and you should know.

2) I kinda want all of your Calebs from all your AUs to get together in a room and see which of them is the least traumatized. I think it would be as fun as it is heartbreaking

AW THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

I've got a skit for you, on all my AU Caleb's meeting. It is completely nonsensical and honestly... I have no words. They'd probably all get on each other's nerves.

Here they are:

Timepool AU Caleb

Silly AU Caleb

Happy Modern AU Caleb

Happy Timepool AU Caleb

Puppet Timepool AU Caleb

Gold Tail AU Caleb

It's the annual Caleb Convention, and this year there are even fewer in attendance! Today's session is a discussion of which Caleb has it worse than the rest.

BEFORE THE CONVENTION

Silly Caleb: (To Timepool Caleb) Hey, hey, hey you… Timepool Caleb: Uh? Yes? Silly Caleb: You live on earth, yeah? Timepool Caleb: I do… Silly Caleb: (Whisper) You got the stuff? Timepool Caleb: Pardon? Silly Caleb: (Shifty eyes) Silly Caleb: The Pumpkins. Timepool Caleb: (Facepalms)

DURING THE CONVENTION

Happy Timepool AU Caleb

Oh, trauma? I mean, a lot of us rescued a baby from our elderly younger brother after experiencing the horror of being trapped in a timepool... but I made it back home to my wife, and… I GOT THE APPLE BLOOD. Oh, and I have two beautiful children. Everyone keeps asking if I need to make excuses for why one looks tubbier than the other... They're twins, I swear. Life's going great for me! My babies are also tormenting their Uncle, so no Philip is messing with this family anytime soon.

Silly Caleb: Oooh! So your kids bully Philip too! Nice. Nice.

All Calebs: (Clapping)

Puppet AU Caleb

Puppet Timepool Caleb: …Oh? Me? Life has been a constant struggle. But at least we’re all still together... Right son? Flap?

Hunter & Flapjack: (As puppets) ...

Puppet Timepool Caleb: A-Anyway, I'm starving. The Boiling Isles lacks enough food with all the crumbling infrastructure.

Modern Happy AU Caleb

Modern Happy AU Caleb: My brother went missing a few years ago when we went to the Boiling Isles. Everything else has been great. Supposedly, he returned and met my son, and I am an uncle to a disc… who wants titan blood? I think my horrors are yet to come. 

Timepool Caleb

Sitting in the in-between realm flat-out sobbing. That son of a bitch. He killed my family.

Silly AU Caleb

Truly, my life is the greatest. I have a beautiful kid, I get to bully old man Philip all I want, and I got to keep all the apple blood for myself. Everything is just perfect.

Merman Caleb

…At least you all still have legs.

Timepool Caleb: (Sobbing) Silly AU: OG AU Caleb is really killing the vibe. Can you be a little less selfish? Also. (Silly AU Caleb claps his hands.) Silly AU Caleb: Half of you are on Earth, yes? Well, let’s get to business. All Calebs: What? Silly Caleb: I called you all here because I. Need. Pumpkins. If we all work together then my son will finally get to try a delicious pumpkin pie.  All Calebs: Y-You mean… All this time Merman Caleb: ARE YOU SERIOUS?! EVEN I MANAGED TO GET HIM PUMPKIN PIE. AND I AM IN THE SEA.  Silly AU: Clearly my reality is the direst.

(All the Calebs are getting pumpkins and making pie.)

All the Hunters sitting together. 

Puppet Hunter: ...

Happy Timepool AU Hunter (With his Sister): (Devouring pie with no respect) 

Timepool Hunter (Mullet kid): F-Flap would have loved this. 

Modern Happy AU Hunter (No scars; Earth haircut) I should have expected pie would taste different if it were made in the past and future?

Mer-Hunter: Pie without the salt-water taste. It’s good. 

Silly AU Hunter (No scars dot eyes): “Wow, actual pumpkin pie”

Silly AU: I think this is what the book meant by time-travel… and get a shit ton of pumpkins.  Timepool Caleb: Are you reading How to Revive your Dead Wife? Silly AU: Yes! Great literature isn’t it?  Timepool Caleb: It’s a book from an AU of long ago… where zombies killed some Caleb’s wife. Instead of working, it destroyed every trace of the reality… People ask about Zombie AU Caleb all the time, but he’s gone.  Silly AU: Oh, oh, I know all about Zombie AU Caleb. That’s exactly what I’m hoping for. Timepool Caleb: To be wiped from existence? Silly AU: How else do you stop a genocide? By having your world never exist, of course! Timepool Caleb: What about your Hunter? Silly AU: … oh …  All the Caleb’s: You’re really the dumb one, aren’t you?  Silly AU: Hunter! We are leaving! Grab your pumpkin and let’s go. Timepool Caleb & Puppet Caleb: Not a chance, pal.  Silly AU: Oh my, is that Philip Wittebane with another baby grimwalker? All the Caleb’s: GASP. PIP WE SAID STOP.

Happy Modern & MerCaleb: … Nice try. But our Hunter isn’t even a grimwalker.  Silly AU: Hehehe, jokes on you fish. I have legs! And you… I heard Philip has let out your disc nephew and he is blaring Baby Shark. MerCaleb and Modern Caleb: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO.  Silly AU: *grabs Puppet Hunter like a ragdoll and runs through the portal. Alright son, we got the pumpkin and….  Puppet Hunter: ... Silly AU Hunter: Oh… uh… Guess we’re doing a bit of a Dadswap. Puppet Timepool Caleb: (Scary emaciated man with big hair flying rage)

Timepool Caleb: This ends now…  Modern Caleb: Pushes the reset button.  Silly Caleb (wakes up back in his castle) Silly Hunter: “Papa, Papa?” Silly Caleb: “What happened?” Silly Hunter: “Lily says she found one.” Silly Caleb: “Found…” Silly Hunter: “A pumpkin.” Silly Caleb: “Oh… did she?” Silly Hunter: “She says it has your name written on it.” Silly Caleb: (He looks at Lily and the pumpkin.) Pumpkin: “You give the surviving Caleb’s a bad name.” Silly AU Caleb picks up his book How to Revive your Dead Wife. He flips to the next page. It reads. "Infuriate yourself in other realities.

Silly AU Caleb: “Looks like we can make a mighty fine pumpkin pie now.”

Tumblr we need to band together and draw our favs like this

Here's my OC I made her and Sun wukong know each other she is his aunt they're not actually blood related but is considered to be like a family member she's like that wonder why not that everyone has I just wanted to make a OC for the AU Sun wukong mom

omg, we're expanding sun wukong family 💪💪